"Whate'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... proceed, make falling arts your care, Erect new wonders, and the old repair; Jones and Palladio to themselves restore, And be whate'er Vitruvius was before." ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. - Volume XII, No. 347, Saturday, December 20, 1828. • Various
... Should keep his temper all the same: Courageous and content in his estate, And proof against the spiteful blows of Fate. It, therefore, troubles me to have to say, That with this Lobster it was never so; Whate'er the weather or the sort of day, No matter if the tide were high or low, Whatever happened he was never pleased, And not himself alone, but all his ...
— Verses for Children - and Songs for Music • Juliana Horatia Ewing
... Whate'er thy mission, mountain sentinel, To my lone heart thou art a power and spell; A lesson grave, of life, that teacheth me To love the Hebrew figure of ...
— Poems • Mary Baker Eddy
... Yet, whate'er enjoyments dwell 95 In the impenetrable cell Of the silent heart which Nature Furnishes to every creature; Whatsoe'er we feel and know Too sedate for outward show, 100 Such a light of gladness breaks, Pretty Kitten! from thy freaks,— Spreads ...
— The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Vol. III • William Wordsworth
... many winters; rich, or poor, whate'er thy guest, Honor him for thine own honor—better is ...
— Hindu Literature • Epiphanius Wilson
... the sweets of love, And I my love for thee will grandly prove, And thou shalt ride upon a diamond car, Lined with pure gold; and jeweled horns of war Shall stud it round like rays of Samas' fire. Rich gifts whate'er my lover shall desire, Thy word shall bring to thee, my Sar-dan-nu! Lo! all the wealth that gods above can view, I bring to thee with its exhaustless store. Oh, come my love! within the halls, where more Than I have named is found, all, all is ...
— Babylonian and Assyrian Literature • Anonymous
... love thee. Whate'er thou hadst chosen, thou wouldst still have acted Nobly and worthy of thee; but repentance Shall ne'er disturb ...
— Hopes and Fears - scenes from the life of a spinster • Charlotte M. Yonge
... How learn delighted, and amazed, 115 What hands unknown that fabric raised? Even now before his favour'd eyes, In gothic pride, it seems to rise! Yet Graecia's graceful orders join, Majestic through the mix'd design: 120 The secret builder knew to choose Each sphere-found gem of richest hues; Whate'er heaven's purer mould contains, When nearer suns emblaze its veins; There on the walls the patriot's sight 125 May ever hang with fresh delight, And, graved with some prophetic rage, Read Albion's fame through ...
— The Poetical Works of William Collins - With a Memoir • William Collins
... joy, she sows flowers and clover In my heart's meadow, whence I, whate'er befall, Must teem with richer bliss: the light of her eyes Makes me bloom, as the hot sun the dripping trees.... Her fair salute, her mild command Softly inclining, make May rain drop ...
— The Development of the Feeling for Nature in the Middle Ages and - Modern Times • Alfred Biese
... men of the war-wont chieftain All humble have to sit or stand There in such place as the stern king desireth; Before the filler of ravens bend many men, And few there are indeed who will not do in all things Whate'er the ...
— The Sagas of Olaf Tryggvason and of Harald The Tyrant (Harald Haardraade) • Snorri Sturluson
... mountain goes, He saw the little sparkles fly: "Betide whate'er the Lord God will I here ...
— The Mermaid's Prophecy - and Other Songs Relating to Queen Dagmar • Anonymous
... heart would break in two, He sighed; and could not but their fate deplore, So wretched now, so fortunate before. Then lightly from his lofty steed he flew, And raising one by one the suppliant crew, To comfort each, full solemnly he swore, That by the faith which knights to knighthood bore, And whate'er else to chivalry belongs, He would not cease, till he revenged their wrongs; That Greece should see performed what he declared, And cruel Creon find his just reward. He said no more, but shunning all delay Rode on, nor entered Athens on his way; But left his sister and his ...
— Palamon and Arcite • John Dryden
... am glad that she is here. For the rest, were she but mine, I think I should not grudge her price whate'er ...
— The Virgin of the Sun • H. R. Haggard
... knights, of course, should be, Yet no one so delighted In harmless chivalry. If peasant girl or ladye Beneath misfortunes sank, Whate'er distinctions made he, They were not those ...
— More Bab Ballads • W. S. Gilbert
... Whate'er the spell, I harken and am dumb, Dream-touched, and musing in the tranquil morn; All woodland sounds—the pheasant's gusty drum, The mock-bird's fugue, the droning insect's hum— Scarce heard for that strange, ...
— Songs from the Southland • Various
... bolder, tho' not wiser than the rest, Offered to pay in so much rent, Provided he had Jove's consent To guide the weather just as he thought best; Or wet, or dry; or cold, or hot; Whate'er he ...
— Favourite Fables in Prose and Verse • Various
... within and without, From a cold in your head to a touch of the gout. If any lady's figure is awry I'll make her very fitting to pass by. I'll give a coward a heart if he be willing, Will make him stand without fear of killing. Ribs, legs, or arms, whate'er you break, be sure Of one or all I'll make a perfect cure. Nay, more than this by far, I will maintain, If you should lose your head or heart, I'll give it you again. Then here's a doctor rare, who travels much at home, So take my ...
— The Peace Egg and Other tales • Juliana Horatia Ewing
... blest; And that as far, in blessedness, exceeding, As it hath grace, beyond its virtue, great. Our shape, regarmented with glorious weeds Of saintly flesh, must, being thus entire, Show yet more gracious. Therefore shall increase Whate'er, of light, gratuitous imparts The Supreme Good; light, ministering aid, The better to disclose his glory: whence, The vision needs increasing, must increase The fervor, which it kindles; and that too The ray, that ...
— The Book of the Epic • Helene A. Guerber
... slender-margined, unillumined page, And trust its meaning to the flattering eye That reads it in the gracious light of love. Ah, wouldst thou clothe thyself in breathing shape And nestle at my side, my voice should lend Whate'er my verse may lack of tender rhythm To make ...
— The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (The Physician and Poet not the Jurist)
... to-night, and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows; My rushy couch and frugal fare, ...
— English Songs and Ballads • Various
... alas! frail beauty must decay; Curled or uncurled, since locks will turn to grey; Since painted, or not painted, all shall fade, And she who scorns a man, must die a maid; What then remains but well our power to use, And keep good-humour still whate'er we lose? And trust me, dear! good-humour can prevail, When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail. Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit ...
— Playful Poems • Henry Morley
... my Works, no longer vain And worthless deemed by me, Whate'er this sterile genius has produced, Expect at last, the rage of envy spent, An unmolested happy home, Gift of kind Hermes and my watchful friend, Where never flippant tongue profane Shall entrance find, And ...
— The Life of John Milton Vol. 3 1643-1649 • David Masson
... from day to day; Blend it with Thine, and take away Whate'er now makes it hard to say, Thy ...
— A Face Illumined • E. P. Roe
... members found; Still of my primal shapeless bulk remain'd the little trace, That I alone have no true back, but show both ways a face. One cause thou hast; another hear, and with my figure know, My virtue and my power above, my office here below. Whate'er thou see'st, the earth, the sea, the air, the fiery cope, At my command they shut their gates, at my command they ope. I of the vasty universe do hold the secret key, The hinge of every thing that turns ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine — Volume 57, No. 351, January 1845 • Various
... "Whate'er he might be singing, to no one seemed it long; Forgotten in the minster were priest and choral song, Church bells no longer sounded so sweetly as before, And every one who heard him longed for the minstrel sore." ...
— Legends of the Middle Ages - Narrated with Special Reference to Literature and Art • H.A. Guerber
... GORDON is dead, and these things are not so! Nay, not for England's cause, nor to restore Her trampled flag—for he loved Honour more— Nay, not for Life, Revenge, or Victory, Would he have fled, whose hour had dawned to die. He will not come again, whate'er our need, He will not come, who is happy, being freed From the deathly flesh and perishable things, And lies of statesmen and rewards of kings. Nay, somewhere by the sacred River's shore He sleeps like those ...
— Grass of Parnassus • Andrew Lang
... true whate'er betide; Thy heart o'er human woe doth melt; For men of every race Christ died, And, as a zone, Thy love would belt All human kind from pole to pole Into ...
— Gleams of Sunshine - Optimistic Poems • Joseph Horatio Chant
... fortifies my soul to know That though I perish, truth is so, That howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I ...
— Voices for the Speechless • Abraham Firth
... guerdon of my rhyme. For lo, the Funds went sudden crashing down, And men grew pale with monetary fear, And in the toppling mart The stoutest heart Melted, and fortunes seemed to disappear; And some, forgetting their austere renown, Went mad and sold Whate'er they could and wildly ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, September 2nd, 1914 • Various
... step, and choose at will Whate'er bright spoils the florid earth contains, Whate'er the waters, or the ...
— The Grammar of English Grammars • Goold Brown
... rat Before the Inquisition, E pur si muove[783] was the pat He gave them in addition: {382} He meant, whate'er you think you prove, The earth must go its way, sirs; Spite of your teeth I'll make it move, For I'll drink ...
— A Budget of Paradoxes, Volume I (of II) • Augustus De Morgan
... angels of the sky, Viewing thy gifts with rapturous amaze, Hail thy beneficence with heavenly praise: All bear eternal witness, that Thou art Justly a Sovereign in the human heart. Man cannot yield too much, when, at thy call To Thee his grateful zeal resigns his all; Whate'er be may resign, yet more he gains, While in his heart his blest Redeemer reigns; By thy kind words he is inform'd aright, And Thee exulting owns his path, his light! Whether we ponder, with a mind serene, The ...
— Poems on Serious and Sacred Subjects - Printed only as Private Tokens of Regard, for the Particular - Friends of the Author • William Hayley
... master hears with much alarm, That you may marry Philip, Prince of Spain— Foreseeing, with whate'er unwillingness, That if this Philip be the titular king Of England, and at war with him, your Grace And kingdom will be suck'd into the war, Ay, tho' you long for peace; wherefore, my master, If but to ...
— Queen Mary and Harold • Alfred Lord Tennyson
... By whate'er of soft expression Thou hast taught to lovers' eyes, Faint denial, slow confession, Glowing cheeks and stifled sighs; By the pleasure and the pain, By the follies and the wiles, Pouting fondness, sweet disdain, Happy tears and ...
— The Miscellaneous Writings and Speeches of Lord Macaulay, Vol. 1 (of 4) - Contibutions to Knight's Quarterly Magazine] • Thomas Babington Macaulay
... course I cannot carry them about ... I am afraid mine is very much a soldier's faith. It seems to me one's duty is placed in front of one by Providence, and that if one carries it out faithfully and honestly, whate'er befalls, it is well, ... and this, I am sure, is the creed of all good soldiers. The shelling is making the house shake, but nothing very ...
— Letters of Lt.-Col. George Brenton Laurie • George Brenton Laurie
... Half-flush that dies along her throat:' such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart—how shall I say?—too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one! My favour at her breast, The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace—all and each Would draw ...
— An Introduction to the Study of Browning • Arthur Symons
... hie we on, to silent shades, To glist'ning streams, and sunlit glades, Where all that woodland life can give, Renders it bliss indeed, to live. Come, ye who love the shadowy wood, Whate'er your days, whate'er your mood. And join us, freakish knights that be Of ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 10, Issue 264, July 14, 1827 • Various
... are mighty few on earth That wishes can attain. Whate'er we want of any worth We've got to work ...
— A Heap o' Livin' • Edgar A. Guest
... youth to us is come complaining 'mid his groans * And asks for redress for parting-grief and saddened me through thee. An oath have I to Allah sworn shall never be forsworn; * Nay, for I'll do what Faith and Creed command me to decree. An thou dare cross me in whate'er to thee I now indite * I of thy flesh assuredly will make the vulture free. Divorce Su'ad, equip her well, and in the hottest haste * With Al-Kumayt and Ziban's son, hight Nasr, send ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 7 • Richard F. Burton
... soul to daring action swells; By woe, in plaintless patience it excels: From patience, prudent clear experience springs, And traces knowledge through the course of things! Thence hope is form'd, thence fortitude, success, Renown—whate'er men covet ...
— The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D. in Nine Volumes - Volume the Eighth: The Lives of the Poets, Volume II • Samuel Johnson
... no more, no more! A crowned King cannot recall the past, And yet may glad the future. She thou namest, She was at least thy mother; but to me, Whate'er her deeds, for truly, there were times Some spirit did possess her, such as gleams Now in her daughter's eye, she was a passion, A witching form that did inflame my life By a breath or glance. Thou art our child; the link That binds me to my race; thou host her place ...
— Count Alarcos - A Tragedy • Benjamin Disraeli
... brought to view, With equal praise the actor labour'd too; For still you'll find, trace passions to their root, Small difference 'twixt the Stoic and the Brute. 980 In fancied scenes, as in life's real plan, He could not, for a moment, sink the man. In whate'er cast his character was laid, Self still, like oil, upon the surface play'd. Nature, in spite of all his skill, crept in: Horatio, Dorax,[77] Falstaff,—still 'twas Quin. Next follows Sheridan.[78] A doubtful name, As yet unsettled in the ...
— Poetical Works • Charles Churchill
... that glitters cold, When linked to hard or haughty feeling? Whate'er we're told, the noble gold Is truth of heart ...
— De La Salle Fifth Reader • Brothers of the Christian Schools
... complexion. So thin, so almost transparent was the skin, that the veins seemed hardly hidden, and a very slight emotion was sufficient to suffuse it with a tint that needed to fear no rivalry with the rose. No heaven could be bluer than the soft eyes that seemed "to love whate'er they looked upon," and whether dimmed with the tear of pity, or flashing with mirth, revealed a pure, but not a timid spirit. But among features which all were beautiful, if one could be called more beautiful ...
— The Lost Hunter - A Tale of Early Times • John Turvill Adams
... Kind and True, As you'd have others be to you. And neither do nor say to Men Whate'er you would not ...
— Divine Songs • Isaac Watts
... rights, now that underlings drew That applause and renown which had long been their due. Then the Oak raised his head, rather hoary with age, And shook his broad arms in the air in a rage, And exhorted them all with a feeling of pride, To maintain their ground firmly, whate'er might betide. The Giant Elm follow'd and proudly look'd down On the pitiful plots of their foes with a frown. The Ash, pale with anger, derided "the crew," And the smooth-temper'd Purple Beech look'd rather blue. The Chesnut grew heated, and roasted them well; And bitter the taunts ...
— The Peacock 'At Home' AND The Butterfly's Ball AND The Fancy Fair • Catherine Ann Dorset
... who modestly conceals Her beauties, while she hides, reveals; Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws Whate'er the ...
— Familiar Quotations • Various
... Thee my knee is bent— Give me content— Full-pleasured with what comes to me, Whate'er it be: An humble roof—a frugal board, And simple hoard; The wintry fagot piled beside The chimney wide, While the enwreathing flames up-sprout And twine about The brazen dogs that guard my hearth And household worth: ...
— Riley Songs of Home • James Whitcomb Riley
... day's calm close, Before we seek repose, I'm with his mother, offering up our prayer; Whate'er I may be saying, I am, in spirit, praying For our boy's spirit, though—he is ...
— The Home Book of Verse, Vol. 1 (of 4) • Various
... panther in his hidden lair, To probe the epiderms of armadillos, Nor execute wild cart-wheels in the air; But who shall say how much Britannia still owes To B, the kind of courage that can bear Dauntless to wait, whate'er the skies portend, (Having paid entrance) to the ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 146., January 14, 1914 • Various
... it as the Fates ordain it. Come fill it, and have done with rhymes; Fill up the lonely glass, and drain it In memory of dear old times. Welcome the wine, whate'er the seal is; And sit you down and say your grace With thankful heart, whate'er the meal is. Here comes ...
— Thackeray • Anthony Trollope
... began, "If, madam, you design to be more severe with us, be yet so kind as to dispatch it quickly; for whate'er our offence be, it is not so hainous that we ought to be rack'd to death for it": Upon which her woman, whose name was Psyche, spread a coverlet on the floor, Sollicitavit inguina mea mille iam mortibus frigida. Ascyltos muffled ...
— The Satyricon • Petronius Arbiter
... Ben Levi was a righteous man, Yet through his veins a chill of terror ran. With trembling voice he said, "What wilt thou here?" The angel answered, "Lo! the time draws near When thou must die; yet first, by God's decree, Whate'er thou askest shall be granted thee." Replied the Rabbi, "Let these living eyes First look upon my ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
... apart Their motions and their brightness from the stars, And then point out the flower or the star? Or build a wall betwixt my life and love, And tell me where I am? 'Tis even thus: In that I live I love; because I love I live: whate'er is fountain to the one Is fountain to the other; and whene'er Our God unknits the riddle of the one, There is no shade or fold of mystery ...
— The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson • Alfred Lord Tennyson
... wrong remove, Whate'er is dark illume; Search, try, and purge me, but in love, Lest Thou Thy ...
— Religion in Earnest - A Memorial of Mrs. Mary Lyth, of York • John Lyth
... is mine? and where I seek the Lord in holy prayer? What sect I follow? by what rule, Perhaps you mean, I play the fool? I answer, none; yet gladly own I worship God, but God alone. No pious fraud or monkish lies Shall teach me others to despise; Whate'er their creed, I love them all, So they before their Maker fall. The sage, the savage, and refined, On this one point are equal blind: Shall man, the creature of an hour, Arraign the all-creative Power? Or, by smooth chin, or beard unshaved, Decree who shall or not be saved? ...
— The English Spy • Bernard Blackmantle
... is claimed, when pain is borne, Whate'er is done in this sweet isle, There's none that may not lift his horn, If only lifted with ...
— Ionica • William Cory (AKA William Johnson)
... of ale; Resolve, by sines and tangents straight, If bread or butter wanted weight, And wisely tell what hour o' th' day 125 The clock does strike by algebra. Beside, he was a shrewd PHILOSOPHER, And had read ev'ry text and gloss over; Whate'er the crabbed'st author hath, He understood b' implicit faith: 130 Whatever sceptic could inquire for, For ev'ry why he had a wherefore; Knew more than forty of them do, As far as words and terms cou'd go. All which he understood by rote, 135 And, as occasion serv'd, would quote; No matter whether ...
— Hudibras • Samuel Butler
... Whate'er the dulcet instrument We favour, still the lilt will stop; And with a gorgeous chalice blent Oft lurks the tiny poisoned drop. I'm not so spry myself to-night; I'll try a dose of arrowroot. You'll own that Indigestion's quite A ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 103, September 3, 1892 • Various
... dry and learned lore we gain We keep them in the memory of the brain; Names, things, and facts—whate'er we knowledge call, There is the common ledger for them all; And images on this cold surface traced Make slight impressions and are soon effaced. But we've a page more glowing and more bright On which our friendship and our love to write; That these may never from the soul depart, We trust ...
— Leaves of Life - For Daily Inspiration • Margaret Bird Steinmetz
... Where my Love abideth. Sleep's no softer; it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, On and on, whate'er befall, Meandering and musical, Though the niggard pasturage Bears not on its shaven ledge Aught but weeds and waving grasses To view the river as it passes, Save here and there a scanty patch Of primroses too faint to catch A weary bee. And scarce it pushes Its gentle way through ...
— The Poetry Of Robert Browning • Stopford A. Brooke
... just this minute, In whate'er we say or do; If we put a purpose in it That is honest, through and through, We shall gladden life and give it Grace to make it all sublime; For, though life is long, we live it Just this minute at ...
— The Girl Wanted • Nixon Waterman
... help and cheer, The more you give the more you grow; This message evermore rings true, In time you reap whate'er you sow. No failure you have need to fear, Except to fail to do your best— What have you done, what can you do? That is the ...
— Poems Teachers Ask For, Book Two • Various
... and sure, His promise, covenant, and oath, Reveal God's purpose, and secure Whate'er man ...
— A Christmas Faggot • Alfred Gurney
... the opening speech Would be "more honoured in the breach Than the observance." So here I am, To read a royal speech without a flam. Her Majesty continues to receive From Foreign Powers good reasons to believe That, for the universe, they would not tease her, But do whate'er they could on earth to please her. A striking fact, That proves each act Of us, the Cabinet, has been judicious, Though of our conduct some folks are suspicious. Her Majesty has also satisfaction ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, Complete • Various
... his absent friends, Or hears them scandalized and not defends, Sports with their fame, and speaks whate'er he can, And only to be thought a witty man, Tells tales and brings his friends in disesteem, That man's a knave; be ...
— Talkers - With Illustrations • John Bate
... the Memory of some deadly feud Or disappointed passion lurked below: But this none knew, nor haply cared to know; For his was not that open, artless soul That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow, Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole, Whate'er this grief mote be, which ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2 • George Gordon Byron
... to me, my Eppie Macnab; O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab; Whate'er thou hast dune, be it late, be it sune, Thou's welcome again to thy ...
— Poems And Songs Of Robert Burns • Robert Burns
... unto our Master, the giver of the feast, Not only to our Master, but to our Mistress; We wish all things may prosper whate'er he take in hand, For we are all his servants, and all at his command. Drink, boys drink, and see you do not spill, For if you do you shall drink two, it ...
— Weather and Folk Lore of Peterborough and District • Charles Dack
... of wild and fierce desires! Why languish thus the wonted fires That arm'd thine heart and nerved thine hand To do whate'er thy firmness planned? Has maudlin love subdued thy soul, Once so impatient of control? Has amorous play enslaved the mind Where erst no common chains confined? Has tender dalliance power to kill The wild, indomitable will? No more ...
— Wagner, the Wehr-Wolf • George W. M. Reynolds
... is crisp, and black and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he ...
— Poems Teachers Ask For • Various
... I open lay, You are moved, and mad with vexing; But you ne'er could do or say Aught to drive me to perplexing. Therefore, my despised power Greater is, by far, than your. And, whate'er you think of me, In ...
— Pastoral Poems by Nicholas Breton, - Selected Poetry by George Wither, and - Pastoral Poetry by William Browne (of Tavistock) • Nicholas Breton, George Wither, William Browne (of Tavistock)
... to be forgot; I've read thy heart in every line, And know that there one sacred spot, Whate'er betide, will still be mine, For death but lays its mystic spell Upon affection's earthliness,— I know that, though thou lov'st me well, Thou lov'st ...
— Lives of the Three Mrs. Judsons • Arabella W. Stuart
... most, to you is given To live—or in His time, to die; So, bear you as White Knights of Heaven— The very flower of chivalry! Take Him as Pilot by your side, And 'All is well' whate'er betide." ...
— Giant Hours With Poet Preachers • William L. Stidger
... the Duke and Dutchess smile, The court would do the same awhile, But call us after, low and vile, And that way make their sport: Nay, would you still more pastime make, And at poor we your purses shake, Whate'er you give, we'll gladly take, For that will ...
— A Fairy Tale in Two Acts Taken from Shakespeare (1763) • William Shakespeare
... "Humphrey," said he, "whate'er betide, I commit the maiden to your care, till this fighting be over. This prisoner of mine," added he, pointing to the soldier, "will also stand by you, unless I ...
— Sir Ludar - A Story of the Days of the Great Queen Bess • Talbot Baines Reed
... forget it not Wherever on the wide-wayed earth your fate Calls you to labour; whatsoe'er your lot— In service, or in power, in stress or state— Whate'er betide, With humble pride, Remember! By your Mother you ...
— Raemaekers' Cartoons - With Accompanying Notes by Well-known English Writers • Louis Raemaekers
... loves me! His respect Has vanquished me! He looks the will to speak His passion, and the fear that ties his tongue— The fear? He loves not honestly, and yet I'll swear he loves—I'll swear he honours me! It is but my condition is a bar, Denies him give me all. But knew he me As I do know myself! Whate'er his purpose, When next we speak, he shall ...
— The Love-Chase • James Sheridan Knowles
... no marvel—from my very birth My soul was drunk with love, which did pervade And mingle with whate'er I saw on earth; Of objects all inanimate I made Idols, and out of wild and lovely flowers, And rocks whereby they grew, a paradise, Where I did lay me down within the shade Of waving trees, and dream'd ...
— The Life of Lord Byron • John Galt
... know and do not seek to know What woke your favor, liege, so suddenly. But truly this, I feel this in my heart, You would not make ignoble sport of me. The letter hold whate'er it may—I trust That it hold pardon—and ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. IX - Friedrich Hebbel and Otto Ludwig • Various
... I, you thought, had drew my Pen On Virtue, see I fight for her agen; Wherefore, I hope my Foes will all excuse Th' Extravagance of a Repenting Muse; Pardon whate'er she has too boldly said, She only acted then in Masquerade; But now the Vizard's off, She's chang'd her Scene, And turns a Modest, Civil Girl agen; Let some admire the Fops whose Talent lie Inventing dull, insipid Blasphemy; I swear I ...
— The Fifteen Comforts of Matrimony: Responses From Women • Various
... adore? Lycius from death awoke into amaze, To see her still, and singing so sweet lays; Then from amaze into delight he fell To hear her whisper woman's lore so well; And every word she spake entic'd him on To unperplex'd delight and pleasure known. Let the mad poets say whate'er they please Of the sweets of Fairies, Peris, Goddesses, There is not such a treat among them all, Haunters of cavern, lake, and waterfall, As a real woman, lineal indeed From Pyrrha's pebbles or old Adam's seed. Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright, That Lycius could ...
— Lamia • John Keats
... grudging not our treasure, Nor seeking any portion to withhold, We freely give it, without stint or measure, Whate'er it ...
— Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul • Various
... within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fullness; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception—which is truth. A baffling and ...
— Tales of the Ridings • F. W. Moorman
... walk in all misguiding dark, Aye to remain in confines of the night? How is it that so little room contains it, That guides the orient as the world the sun, Which once obscured most bitterly complains it, Because it knows and rules whate'er is done? The reason is that they may dread her sight, Who doth both give ...
— Elizabethan Sonnet Cycles - Idea, by Michael Drayton; Fidessa, by Bartholomew Griffin; Chloris, by William Smith • Michael Drayton, Bartholomew Griffin, and William Smith
... Gin I had kept whate'er was mine As I hae gie'd my best, My he'rt were licht by day, and syne The nicht wad bring me rest; There is nae heavier he'rt to find Frae Forfar toon to Ayr, As aye I sit me doon to mind On him I see ...
— Songs of Angus and More Songs of Angus • Violet Jacob
... river dews Gleam, and the spring bee sings, and in the glade Hath Solitude her mystic garden made. No evil hand may cull it: only he Whose heart hath known the heart of Purity, Unlearned of man, and true whate'er befall. Take therefore from pure hands this coronal, O mistress loved, thy golden hair to twine. For, sole of living men, this grace is mine, To dwell with thee, and speak, and hear replies Of voice divine, though none may see thine eyes. Oh, keep ...
— Hippolytus/The Bacchae • Euripides
... lordship the embattled field. What from a prince can I demand, Who neither reck of state nor land? Ellen, thy hand—the ring is thine; Each guard and usher knows the sign. Seek thou the King without delay; This signet shall secure thy way: And claim thy suit, whate'er it be, As ransom of his pledge to me.' He placed the golden circlet on, Paused—kissed her hand—and then was gone. The aged Minstrel stood aghast, So hastily Fitz-James shot past. He joined his guide, and wending down The ridges of the mountain brown, Across the stream they took ...
— The Lady of the Lake • Sir Walter Scott
... "Whate'er I know of the braiding art I'll willingly to thee disclose; And thou thy meat from my dish shalt eat, And with my ...
— Hafbur and Signe - a ballad • Thomas J. Wise
... fixed and rooted, Briskly venture, briskly roam; Head and hand, where'er thou foot it, And stout heart, are still at home. In each land the sun does visit; We are gay whate'er betide. To give room for wandering is it, That the world ...
— George Borrow and His Circle - Wherein May Be Found Many Hitherto Unpublished Letters Of - Borrow And His Friends • Clement King Shorter
... awa', My lads, ye'll mind whate'er befa'- My lads, ye'll mind on the bield o' the law, When the ...
— Underwoods • Robert Louis Stevenson
... dolorem, Ingenioso: whate'er befalls thee, keep thee from the trade of the corrector ...
— A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. IX • Various
... rarely found: False eloquence, like the prismatic glass, Its gaudy colours spreads on ev'ry place; The face of nature we no more survey, All glares alike, without distinction gay: But true expression, like th' unchanging sun, Clears and improves whate'er it shines upon; It gilds all objects, but it alters ...
— The Principles of English Versification • Paull Franklin Baum
... heavy heart and soul ensconce, All my griefs to this are jolly, None so sour as melancholy. Methinks I hear, methinks I see, Sweet music, wondrous melody, Towns, palaces, and cities fine; Here now, then there; the world is mine, Rare beauties, gallant ladies shine, Whate'er is lovely or divine. All other joys to this are folly, None so sweet as melancholy. Methinks I hear, methinks I see Ghosts, goblins, fiends; my phantasy Presents a thousand ugly shapes, Headless bears, black men, and apes, Doleful outcries, and fearful sights, ...
— The Anatomy of Melancholy • Democritus Junior
... not mean it should be so, And yet I might have known That hearts that live as close as ours Can never keep their own. But we are fallen on evil times, And, do whate'er I may, My heart grows sad about the war, And ...
— Atlantic Monthly,Volume 14, No. 82, August, 1864 - A Magazine Of Literature, Art, And Politics • Various
... have learned that 'tis not all to be Self-seeking pleasure-hunters; higher far Are works of kindliness and charity Which we can do, whate'er our frailties are. And we have learned that pain and sorrow, though Unwelcome guests, have ...
— The Song of the Exile—A Canadian Epic • Wilfred S. Skeats
... his soldiers whispered under hand, And here and there the fault and cause do lay, Godfrey before him called Aliprand Captain of those that brought of late this prey, A man who did on points of virtue stand, Blameless in words, and true whate'er he say, "Say," quoth the duke, "where you this armor had, Hide not the truth, but tell it good ...
— Jerusalem Delivered • Torquato Tasso
... of famine next came on, As Joseph said, and there was a great dearth In every nation throughout all the earth; But in the land of Egypt there was bread. And when the people almost famished, Complained to the king, he bade them go To Joseph, and whate'er he said to do. And now the famine daily waxing sore, Joseph began to bring forth of his store, Which he had laid up for the public good; To whom th' Egyptians came and bought their food. And people from all countries far and near To Egypt came to buy provision there; For in all lands ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... and misshaped the omnipresent Sire:[110:1] And first by Fear uncharmed the drowsd Soul. Till of its nobler nature it 'gan feel 35 Dim recollections; and thence soared to Hope, Strong to believe whate'er of mystic good The Eternal dooms for His immortal sons. From Hope and firmer Faith to perfect Love Attracted and absorbed: and centered there 40 God only to behold, and know, and feel, Till by exclusive consciousness ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Vol I and II • Samuel Taylor Coleridge
... seem but futile, When with troubles you're beset, But remember you are facing Just what other men have met. You may fail, but fall still fighting; Don't give up, whate'er you do; Eyes front, head high to ...
— It Can Be Done - Poems of Inspiration • Joseph Morris
... till is all our own; Whate'er the price, we paid it; Therefore we'll fight till all is blue, Should any dare ...
— The Olden Time Series, Vol. 6: Literary Curiosities - Gleanings Chiefly from Old Newspapers of Boston and Salem, Massachusetts • Henry M. Brooks
... government let fools contest, Whate'er is best administer'd is best. 829 POPE: Essay on ...
— Handy Dictionary of Poetical Quotations • Various
... content with Now, whate'er befall, Whether I will or no, Today is all; No matter whether swift or slow my tread I find tomorrow still a day ahead; I cannot overtake eternity— It turns to time and slips away from me, And in like wise I go upon my way Only a ...
— More Toasts • Marion Dix Mosher
... Mr. Loveless, pray one word with you before you go. [Exit COLONEL TOWNLY. Love. What would my dear? Aman. Only a woman's foolish question: how do you like my cousin here? Love. Jealous already, Amanda? Aman. Not at all: I ask you for another reason. Love. [Aside.] Whate'er her reason be, I must not tell her true.—[Aloud.] Why, I confess, she's handsome: but you must not think I slight your kinswoman, if I own to you, of all the women who may claim that character, she is the last that would triumph in my heart. ...
— Scarborough and the Critic • Sheridan
... symbolise for us A love like ours, what gift, whate'er it be, Hold more significance 'twixt thee and me Than paltry words a truth miraculous; Or the poor signs that in astronomy Tell giant splendours in their gleaming might: Yet love would still give such, as in delight To mock their impotence—so ...
— English Poems • Richard Le Gallienne
... your kith, whate'er be your kin, Frae this ye mauna gae; An' gin ye 'll consent to be my ain, Nae ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume II. - The Songs of Scotland of the past half century • Various
... time when bliss Shone o'er her heart from every look of his; When but to see him, hear him, breathe the air In which he dwelt, was her soul's fondest prayer; When round him hung such a perpetual spell, Whate'er he did none ever did so well; Yet now he comes, brighter than ever, far, He beamed before; but ah! not bright ...
— Cruel As The Grave • Mrs. Emma D. E. N. Southworth
... soldiers, and they serve her well. They rage in battle, faithful ward they keep, They fight like lions, but they die like sheep. They serve the State: Rome's servant must defend Those who to might of Rome such succour lend. Pauline, I will obey, whate'er befall; The man who loseth ...
— Polyuecte • Pierre Corneille
... I love many another dearly too, You in my heart take rank above the rest; King of those kings that most control me, you, You were about my path, about my bed In boyhood always and, where'er I be, Whate'er I think or do, you, in my head, Ground-bass to all my thoughts, are still with me; Methinks the very worms will find some strain Of yours still ...
— The Note-Books of Samuel Butler • Samuel Butler
... raise the tempest; My soul disdains this one eternal round, Where each succeeding day is like the former. Trust me, my noble Prince, here is a heart Steady and firm to all your purposes, And here's a hand that knows to execute Whate'er designs thy daring breast can form, Nor ...
— The Prince of Parthia - A Tragedy • Thomas Godfrey
... say, though it reeked of barbarity, This scapegoat arrangement gained great popularity. By this means a Jew, whate'er he might do, Though he burgled, or murdered, or cheated at loo, Or meat on Good Friday (a sin most terrific) ate, Could get his discharge, like a bankrupt's certificate. (Just here let us note—DID THEY CHOOSE THEIR BEST GOAT? It's food for conjecture; ...
— Saltbush Bill, J.P., and Other Verses • A. B. Paterson
... Pursue that way of Fooling, and be damn'd. Your learned Cant of Action, Time and Place, Must all give way to the unlabour'd Farce. To all the Men of Wit we will subscribe: But for your half Wits, you unthinking Tribe, We'll let you see, whate'er besides we do, How artfully we copy some of you: And if you're drawn to th' Life, pray tell me then, Why Women should not write as ...
— The Works of Aphra Behn - Volume IV. • Aphra Behn
... dear friends, I promise you in turn That I shall not resent your words of truth If spoken in good faith with best intentions. I may not always follow your advice, But you are free to say whate'er you please, Whate'er you may deem best for me to know, Whate'er will benefit the empire and my people. Now listen what I have to say to you. I will reveal to you my inmost heart: This is an age of greatest expectations; Riches accumulate in our cities, Commerce ...
— The Buddha - A Drama in Five Acts and Four Interludes • Paul Carus
... my prophetic eye there starts A beauteous gamestress in the Queen of Hearts. The cards are dealt, the fatal pool is lost, And all her golden hopes for ever cross'd. Yet still this card-devoted fair I view—Whate'er her luck, to "honour" ever true. So tender there,—if debts crowd fast upon her, She'll pawn her "virtue" to preserve her "honour." Thrice happy were my art, could I foretell, Cards would be soon abjured by every belle! Yet, I pronounce, who cherish still the ...
— The Gaming Table: Its Votaries and Victims - Volume I (of II) • Andrew Steinmetz
... thy tyrant sway, Whate'er its hopes may be, Is like a bark that drifts away Upon a shoreless sea! No compass left to guide her on, Upon the surge she's tempest-torn— And such is life ...
— Poems • George P. Morris
... "Whate'er it be, 'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight. If the sea's stomach be o'ercharged with gold, It is a good constraint of fortune, that It ...
— Newton Forster • Frederick Marryat
... manly bearing, Nodding plumes and shining casques, Wearing all her favorite colors, Quick to do whate'er ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol. IV. October, 1863, No. IV. - Devoted to Literature and National Policy. • Various
... that ails, But learn not why the spirit lags. Tuneless and dull the loose lyre thrums Ill-plucked by fingers strange to skill That change and change the fever'd chords, But still no inspiration comes Though priest and pundit labor still. Lust-urged the clamoring clans denounce Whate'er their sires agreed was good, And swift on faith and fair return With lies the feud-leaders pounce Lest Truth deprive them of their food. Dog eateth dog and none gives thanks; All crave the fare, but grudge the price Their nobler forbears ...
— The Eye of Zeitoon • Talbot Mundy
... all, but I would that you could be with me also," she answered in the same low voice. "Still, man must forth to battle and woman must wait and watch, for that is the world's way. Whate'er befalls, remember that dead or living I'll be wife to no man but you. Begone now ere my heart fails me, and guard yourself well, remembering that you bear in your breast not one life, ...
— Red Eve • H. Rider Haggard
... you said? She left you my father's sword, Wulf? Then wield it bravely, winning honour for our name. She left you the cross, Godwin? Wear it worthily, winning glory for the Lord, and salvation to your soul. Remember what you have sworn. Whate'er befall, bear no bitterness to one another. Be true to one another, and to her, your lady, so that when at the last you make your report to me before high Heaven, I may have no cause to be ashamed of you, ...
— The Brethren • H. Rider Haggard
... fled to what was real— Fair women's arms, laughter and love and pleasure, All the mad joy of life; whate'er he craved, He found was given ...
— Three Dramas - The Editor—The Bankrupt—The King • Bjornstjerne M. Bjornson
... dead sire—(the Dorian king)— The bright-hair'd Pyrrhus[4] pours the wine:— "Of every lot that life can bring, My soul, great Father, prizes thine. Whate'er the goods of earth, of all, The highest and the holiest—FAME! For when the Form in dust shall fall, O'er dust triumphant lives the Name! Brave Man, thy light of glory never Shall fade, while song to man shall last; The Living, soon from earth are ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, No. CCCXXVIII. February, 1843. Vol. LIII. • Various
... of foot: "Speak boldly out whate'er thine art can tell; For by Apollo's self I swear, whom thou, O Calchas, serv'st, and who thy words inspires, That, while I live, and see the light of Heav'n, Not one of all the Greeks shall dare on thee, Beside ...
— The Iliad • Homer
... the Gloom That brought forth Light itself from out her mighty womb, The upstart proud, that now with mother Night Disputes her ancient rank and space and right, Yet never shall prevail, since, do whate'er he will, He cleaves, a slave, to bodies still; From bodies flows, makes bodies fair to sight; A body in his course can check him, His doom, I therefore hope, will soon o'ertake him, With bodies merged in nothingness ...
— Faust • Goethe
... Whate'er I be, old England is my dam! So there's my answer to the judges, clear. I'm nothing of a fox, nor of a lamb; I don't know how to bleat nor how to leer: I'm for the nation! That's why you see me by the wayside here, Returning home ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... homely Muse? No fell ambition wastes me there, No, nor the south wind's leaden air, Nor Autumn's pestilential breath, With victims feeding hungry death. Sire of the morn, or if more dear The name of Janus to thine ear, Through whom whate'er by man is done, From life's first dawning, is begun (So willed the gods for man's estate), Do thou my verse initiate! At Rome you hurry me away To bail my friend; 'Quick, no delay, Or some one—could worse luck befall you?— Will in the kindly task ...
— Horace • Theodore Martin
... day when the supremest splendor Of earth or sky or sea, Whate'er their miracles, sublime or tender, Will wake ...
— Lippincott's Magazine, Vol. 22, August, 1878 • Various
... Whate'er my business is, thou foul-mouthed scold, I'd have you know I scorn to be controlled By any man that lives; much less by thou, Who blurtest out thou know'st not what, nor how; I go about my lawful business; and I'll make you smart for bidding of ...
— Ancient Poems, Ballads and Songs of England • Robert Bell
... Whate'er in heaven, In earth, man sees mysterious, shakes his mind With sacred awe o'erwhelms him, and his soul Bows to the dust; the cause of things conceal Once from his vision, instant to the gods All empire he transfers, ...
— Christianity and Greek Philosophy • Benjamin Franklin Cocker
... Whate'er was dear before is dearer now. There's not a bird singing upon his bough But sings the sweeter in our English ears: There's not a nobleness of heart, hand, brain But shines the purer; happiest is England now In those that fight, and watch ...
— Poems New and Old • John Freeman |
